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scars may indicate a former attachment, as of a leaf to a stem
by Tom GossThe molecular weight of salt
is not a number,
but a frothing pain of
spilled sea water that you drip
purposefully into my damaged surfaces.
You cut me up, send me down the road
then show up hours later trying
to sell bandages of regret and lies.
I use your hot infusion of audacity
to cauterize my fond memories of you
like the time we watched windmills
during a freak storm.
You take advantage of my need,
you grow the desertification
of my heart until even
the cacti sit, devoid of water,
and perversely,
my only nourishment
comes from tattered thoughts of you. 12/13/2005 Posted on 12/13/2005
Copyright © 2026 Tom Goss
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rebecca Lin on 12/13/05 at 08:46 PM Wow. That is so very amazing. Powerful. I love it. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 12/14/05 at 01:39 AM I think you could have chosen a more forceful word than "damaged" in the first stanza, something that could hold its own against "cauterize". |
| Posted by Holly H Dunne on 01/10/06 at 08:43 PM fantastic imagery, very powerful piece, the last line is my favourite. |
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